Reality is fake

how do you care? [x]

A/N: hey, Ik I haven't posted anything this year but I haven't finished any story that I've started on so I posted this drabble.

WARNING: abuse (psychically & sexually)

Axel was pushing through a lot of people blocking his way from getting out of the bus. He made it out thankfully and he took a deep breath since it actually was fresh air out here- well, as fresh it could be in this world. He started his walk home from the bus station with music in his ears. The people walking behind him probably heard all the rock music he was listening to but he didn't have the energy to care. His kicked away a piece of snow which was actually a stone covered in snow. He swore as his toes started to hurt. Today had been shit. You see, Axel wasn't the best or most popular kid at his school. The boy was pretty much the opposite, he was always known as the bad kid who was rude and didn't care about others. Axel just didn't know who to care about since he had no one. At a young age, the brown haired boy was throw out of his own home after his parents discovered that he was gay. He had been living at his cousins who wasn't the kindest. Often, they sexually abused him since they didn't like people like Axel and thought Axel deserved the pain. However, his uncle Billie was a nice man according to Axel. He made Axel have a bed in the living room at the sofa and Axel was allowed to stay as long he did what everybody asked for. In school, well, they pushed him up against lockers sometimes but often it was only whispering and death stares to the 16 year old boy.
Fuck. He had forgotten his keys at home at the morning and now he was locked out.